Me: I Watch AHS Hotel For The Plot.

Me: I watch AHS Hotel for the plot.

The plot that I was referring to:

the kind of jpm fanfic that I am craving for 😩

Waterways. (j. patrick march x reader)

‘YOU ARE RICHER THAN DIAMONDS.’

【𝜗𝜚 warnings; jpm ( he’s handsome but he’s a warning as well), oneshot based on an instrumental song; ‘Waterways’ by Ludovico Einaudi, not much mention of his m*rders, pet names, based in 1920, just james being a romantic! - also a small oc character - jean luc! this is kind of short, so i apologize! just trying to touch on writing for james!

【𝜗𝜚 an; my first jpm request/one-shot!!! thank you so much for the request, i hope you enjoy and it’s what you wanted!!!

THE HOTEL CORTEZ. FEBRUARY 14TH, 1920

There was a small red velvet box placed on the bed you shared with James.

He’d been called down for a small business meeting, but had requested that you get ready after having a small glass of whatever alcoholic beverage Jean Luc had made you.

‘Wear your best silk. I have a small gift just for you, darling.’

He had softly grabbed your soft hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. You’d flushed but agreed.

The door was locked as soon as you stepped in, making your way towards the expensive silk sheets James had insisted on.

You sit down, opening the box. Your heart flutters at the pearls with the diamond in the middle. There was a small note inside.

‘For my biggest supporter. I would die for you.

X - James.’

You let out a dreamy sigh, standing as you make your way towards the record, placing the needle down. You hum softly to the melody, stepping back towards the bed, slipping out of your heels.

Your fingertips, nails a blood red - James’ favorite, reach for the necklace lifting it up. Swaying your way towards the mirror, you snap it on without any trouble.

If James was there, you’d had some trouble.

You spin around, running your fingertips across them, the diamond on the necklace and your ring shining when it catches the light.

You grin to yourself, teeth digging into your red stained lips. You walk towards the nightstand, dialing a number.

“Hello?”

“Jean, It’s me,” You say your name quickly, twirling the black cord around your finger. “I have a favor to ask of you.”

⥭

James’ hand smooths down his hair, blinking a couple of times before pulling the keycard out of his pocket.

He unlocks the door, stepping in, brown eyes taking in the room.

Lit candles, the smell of vanilla and something woodsy, a soft melody coming from the record next to his leather chair, and in the middle, a platter with a silver dome on top and champagne in a ice bucket.

The door slowly shuts behind him and a hand touches his bicep.

“Welcome back, love.” You whisper softly, pressing a kiss on his cheek. A red mark is left behind. You slowly step in front of him, palms sliding up his chest.

His hand comes down to your side, his eyes trailing down to you now. “What’s this for, darling?”

“A little something to show my appreciation for this extravagant gift,” You tilt your head. Your hands come up and cup his cheeks. “And you deserve it.” You lean up on your toes, pressing the softest kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He hums, hands soothing up your arms. “Oh, my dear, you deserve all the riches in the world,” His fingers pinch the diamond earrings in your ear. “You are richer than diamonds.”

Your heart flutters at his words, leaning in to press your lips onto his this time, fingers slipping to the back of his head. He hums softly, gripping at your shoulders before sliding his hands up to his neck.

He pulls away slowly.

“The more gorgeous person I’ve ever met.” He whispers.

You giggle softly, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose where his freckle rests. “Are you hungry? I got your favorite.”

“Not right now,” He shakes his head. He steps back and you suddenly miss how close he was to you. You watch as he slips off his coat, tossing it over the arm of his chair.

James was always a neat man, so watching him carelessly toss the blazer down and unbutton his shirt to do the same thing, leaving him in just a white undershirt, you tilt your head.

He steps closer, grabbing your hand and pressing a lingering kiss to your hand, before placing it onto his shoulder, pulling you closer.

“I’d like to dance.”

“Oh, James. You know I can’t dance well. Not like you.”

“Just follow my lead, dear. I won’t let you fail,” His nose nudges your temple. “Ever.”

You smile, gripping his shoulder and hand once his hand finds yours.

“I love you.” You whisper.

He presses a kiss by your ear. “And I am deeply infatuated with you.”

【 requested by; @maeriavizsendingjpmdose

【𝜗𝜚 thank you for reading! comments, feedback, likes, & reblogs are encouraged, welcomed, & deeply appreciated!

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